My phone rings and I know it’s him. I don’t want to answer, but if I don’t, he will keep calling.
“What?” I snap as I Put the phone to my ear.
“I miss you,” he whispers and I can tell he’s crying.
I don’t fucking love you. I stayed with you because you made me feel like I owed you that. I stayed because you made me feel like a dog.
But do I tell him that? Of course not.
“Leave me alone. Give up,” I say in something close to a growl.
He refuses. He won’t give up. I hate him. I can’t stand the sound of his voice. I see him in class and cringe at the sight of him. May God save his bastard soul because I Damn sure won’t. Not anymore. Possessive little fuck. I was so sick of all the accusations. No. I didn’t cheat on him. Ever. I never even considered it. But I wish I had. At least then the fights would have served a purpose. Maybe if I had he would leave me the fuck alone. I don’t need him. I don’t want him. I wish I had never even met him. He’s made my life hell.
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I don’t know the full story here, but he sounds like a douche. I’d suggest just turning your phone off for the night, it sounds like his calling and at least if your phone is off you won’t have to worry about him calling, just my two cents.
I hope your night gets better, though, ’cause God knows I can’t sleep when I’m angry or annoyed.
He is a douche. Thanks. I’ll definitely keep that in mind. Logical thought seems out of reach sometimes. It’s always nice to have a reminder. 😛
No problem, I’m here to help and make stupid jokes…but mostly help.